She couldn’t even scream.
An arrow lanced straight through the back of her hand. Biting her lip, Na Jo-yeon barely swallowed a groan and crawled along the floor.
Ah, n-no…!
An enemy who’d dismounted from a wyvern was walking toward her. The pain was so chilling her vision blurred—but all of her focus went one way.
On the pendant that had rolled toward the stairs. She couldn’t let it end so emptily.
“[It’s over. Give up your—!]”
Swiieee—k, tak!
Na Jo-yeon blinked her clouded eyes.
Huff, huff. Leaning against the spire door, Kwon Gye-na dropped a crossbow seized from the lizardfolk with a thunk and bared her teeth fiercely.
“…Over? What’s over? We haven’t even played our joker yet. That’d be an unfair ending.”
But in her exhausted state, threading a bolt precisely into a narrow gap in armor was impossible.
The thing that had pierced the enemy’s neck and killed him wasn’t…